Queen and Her Duke

The faint candlelight danced in Wen Lin's eyes.

The nobles were so shocked that they couldn't speak, their faces turned pale and pale, and they sneered in surprise and anger,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin is too arrogant. Do you think that you alone can assist His Majesty to rule the entire Golan? Do you think that you can stand forever with your temporary favor?"

Which of the great nobles in the royal city did not rely on a strong covenant to gain a firm foothold in the succession of the throne, and they were driven by the royal family alone, and they rarely ended up well in the end.

Wen Lin didn't answer them, and her silent expression was mixed with pity that no one could understand. She turned her head to look at the deep sky, her eyes seemed to span time, and fell on the pulse of historical development.

"I am different from you," Wen Lin said coldly and firmly.

Turning her eyes back to everyone, Wen Lin continued to smile, "Everyone, Your Majesty has already given you more than what you originally had. I believe your choices will not disappoint me."

Wen Lin's tone was calm, as if what was sitting in front of her was not the royal nobles who were condensing into a huge force, but just a few insignificant pebbles.

After finishing speaking, Wen Lin turned around and left.

The people in the left hall were furious, frightened and frightened at the same time. It seemed that Wen Lin had left room for them when she discussed cooperation with them before. It just got so tough.

What Wen Lin said is right, they are earning more now than before, and in the long run, it will continue to increase.

However, the royal family earns much more than them. If this trend continues, they are afraid that they will be overwhelmed by the royal power, and they are not willing to do so.

The Justice of the Star Court, Joberts, was the only minister of the Privy Council who appeared here. He who had never said a word suddenly slapped the table and stood up, and said loudly to Wen Lin who was leaving,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, aren't you afraid that we will fight you to the death?"

What Joberts said brought back a little confidence on the faces of the nobles. Yes, Wen Lin is only one person. Could it be that she can handle everything by herself?

Obviously Wen Lin disappointed them, Wen Lin walked out of the manor without stopping even for a moment.

Brown, who was waiting not too far away, immediately followed Wen Lin's footsteps, and asked her worriedly,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, without the cooperation of the nobles, it may be difficult for His Majesty's decree to continue to be implemented."

Wen Lin didn't even twitch her brows, she just said calmly, "Mr. Brown, no, driven by enough interests, their alliance is vulnerable."

Step by step, Wen Lin stepped on the stagnant water, her whole body was covered by a thick cloak, her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be soaked in the chill of the wind and snow, like an extremely sharp long knife in her hand.

Even without the sheath, it can intimidate people.

Standing quietly by the River Thame for a while, Wen Lin thought deeply about her next plan. She didn't trust Tilia, and naturally she didn't believe the two-year deadline given by Tilia. The threat from the Holy Court was always hanging in the air. on the neck.

And who the hell killed Father Carson?In the end, Wen Lin let out a long sigh of relief, and once again made up her mind.

Bubbles surged on the river, Wen Lin kicked a stone and prepared to return to the royal court, while Brown prepared to return to the mansion, preparing for the shop inspection tomorrow.

Wen Lin's original three stores have expanded to 23, and the variety of goods sold is even richer. New products will be launched every two weeks, and every time a new product arrives, it will be sold out.

Prices also vary. For example, bread and milk, as well as the most basic styles of clothing and tools, the prices are all lower than the market price. Take soap as an example. The cheapest soap is only two copper coins, and the family crest is specially engraved. Or with essential oils or flowers added, plus unique packaging, the most expensive can be sold for five silver coins.

Aristocrats who like to show their status everywhere have always bought expensive ones.

Brown had calculated Wen Lin's income in all aspects, excluding the grain that could be produced this year, these shops alone had accumulated a coveted wealth.

Only Brown knew that most of the money was sent to the royal court by Wen Lin.

Bo Yun in the royal city was treacherous, combined with Wen Lin's more and more flamboyant attitude recently, Brown speeded up the pace of returning to the mansion, vaguely feeling as if something big was about to happen.

After separating from Brown, Wen Lin quickly entered the royal court.

Candles were flickering in the White House, casting a light halo on the clearly textured floor. The corridor was long and wide. Wen Lin quickly walked to the bedroom door, and stopped just before knocking on the door.

Looking at the sky, it was getting late, Wen Lin breathed a sigh of relief, and opened the door very lightly.

Unexpectedly, Visia hadn't rested yet, and was writing something at the desk, with a tall pile of paperwork piled up on the side of her hand.

Wen Lin approached, picked up the top document and glanced at it. It was a new bill proposed by the councilor, and it was quite aimed at herself.

I don't know how many such proposals have been suppressed. It seems that the nobles have jointly put pressure on Visia.

Seeing Wen Lin's unexpected expression, Visia stretched out her hand to hold it down, turned her head, her eyes lingered briefly on Wen Lin's frozen red ears, and said softly, "Don't worry about it."

Wen Lin's eyes turned to Visia, and she looked at her, her calm eyes suddenly became turbulent, and she took the initiative to peck Visia on the forehead, and said frankly,

"Your Majesty Vicia, I miss you very much."

Putting down the pen in her hand, Visia stood up and led Wen Lin to the bed, brushing off the moisture from Wen Lin's hair with her fingers,

"Your Excellency, I have always felt uneasy these days."

Wen Lin hugged him into her arms, and the two leaned against each other. Wen Lin asked in a calm tone as much as possible, "Because of the noise made by the nobles?"

There was a wind blowing outside the window, making slight noises. Visia held Wen Lin's hand tightly and shook her head, "No, I always feel that our plan is going too smoothly."

In the end, Visia still didn't express her worries about the Holy Court. She leaned on Wen Lin's shoulder and let Wen Lin's breath wrap herself.

Sensing the uneasiness that Vicia seldom showed, Wen Lin asked straightforwardly, "Your Majesty, it's because of the Holy Court."

"Yeah," Visia hummed softly with her face half hidden in the darkness.

"It's also because of me?" Wen Lin continued to ask, a slight smile appeared on her quiet expression, with a hint of ridicule.

Wen Lin could naturally think of what Visia was worried about, but she didn't want to mention it in front of Viscia.

The heavy atmosphere that was deliberately disturbed dissipated, Visia reached out and patted the back of Wen Lin's hand helplessly, following her will,

"Your Excellency, go to sleep."

"Ah."

Even if they don't say anything, don't do anything, just leaning on each other quietly, both of them feel extremely satisfied.

Lie down hugging each other, and waited for the long breathing sound from the pillow, Wen Lin opened her eyes, and carefully outlined Vicia's face, from top to bottom, inch by inch.

The next day, when Visia woke up, Wen Lin had already left. Vissia reached out to touch it, and her body was cold.

Couldn't help but sigh, Visia washed and dined as usual, and was about to go to the council hall. Halfway through, she saw Mrs. Yaz rushing over.

"Your Majesty, twenty lords want to see you and are waiting in the hall now."

After the promulgation of the new decree, such scenes were performed almost every day, but it was the first time that twenty people came together.

Visia raised her eyebrows, her eyes were always sharp, she thought for a while, and then went on to the council hall, "Let them wait."

"Yes," Mrs. Yaz took the order and bowed back.

Wen Lin is checking the latest wind-powered waterwheel in Yinhe Village at this time. Six sails form a wheel shape, supported by a keel in the middle.

Limited by the wind force, the cultivated land far away from the river bank could not be transported, so Wen Lin remodeled the keel and sail, and the effect seemed to be good.

When Wen Lin returned to Yinhe Village with the drawings, the waiter who had been waiting early in the morning immediately reported the news of the twenty lords entering the palace to Wen Lin.

Wen Lin asked who they were, and secretly mentioned the names of a few people, but she was not in a hurry at all, so she waved them away and continued with the work at hand.

As Wen Lin expected, their proposals and resistance voices were suppressed by Vicia.

However, this was only the beginning. In the following days, the voices of slander and derogation of Wen Lin intensified.

From the churchgoers in Wenlin parish, to the shops she opened, and to the villagers in Yinhe Village, all were affected.

Surprisingly, noble ladies and noble ladies no longer come to Wen Lin's shop to buy things. Even poor people who come to buy low-priced goods will be expelled viciously, and there are even looting and riots.

Wen Lin heard the situation sent back by the stewards, and casually called several teams of king cavalry.

In the face of absolute superiority in force, the nobles' tricks quickly failed, but the battle between Wen Lin and them was brought to the fore, and it was likely to intensify. .

However, without exception, all ended in a disastrous defeat for the nobles.

The power and force that the nobles relied on were vulnerable to the more powerful Wen Lin. After the counterattack, Wen Lin's methods became more and more domineering and powerful. She frantically squeezed the market occupied by the nobles and kept them in the market. For the common people and the middle class.

During the period, there were many people who tried to give in to Wen Lin, but without exception, they were all rejected by her without mercy.

Both frustrated and helpless.

Visia had tried to dissuade Wen Lin, wanting her to implement the decree more gently, but Wen Lin complied on the surface, but secretly became more tyrannical, causing the nobles to complain.

The most unacceptable thing was that Wen Lin publicly refuted the proposal discussed by Her Majesty Vicia and the nobles several times in the parliament of hundreds of people.

Gradually, rumors that His Excellency the Guard Officer threatened His Majesty Vicia spread widely in the royal city.

After another year, Wen Lin almost became a domineering existence in the royal city. Wen Lin who completely tore off her mask made everyone feel scared.

Especially when Her Majesty Vicia couldn't easily change her mind.

All the opponents, the protesters, were either thrown into the Yate Tower or killed.

Everyone is guessing when Her Majesty Vicia will be kicked out of the throne by Her Excellency Wen Lin.

After all, with her current reputation among the people and the army and wealth she holds in her hands, it is not difficult to sit in that position.

Many aristocrats seek Wen Lin to surrender in private, but repeatedly rebuffed. This makes the aristocrats toss and turn, trembling with fear. What exactly does Wen Lin want to do?

At this time, Wen Lin, who was in the center of public opinion, was lying on the grass basking in the sun. The warm sunlight shone on her body, which relieved her tense nerves a lot.

There is a maid in the royal court who sends a message that Wen Lin must return to the royal court today.

Wen Lin remained motionless, pretending she hadn't heard it at all. Thinking of the fierce quarrel with Vicia a few days ago, Wen Lin couldn't even think of going back to the royal court.

The author has something to say: I Wen: Your Majesty, can you wear the crown for me?

Queen: Come grab it if you want~

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